For some intrinsically and well-honed reason or another, I love the way your handle rolls off the tongue and to fill the room with warm gooo.-Reminds me of a word me and buddies concocted in high school (stoned and otherwise effected), "gloid." We even drew a comic strip and wrote a song as I recall....reminiscent of onomatopoeia...PLONNNNG! PLONGG! PLONG!